MORNING IN MARRAKESH

What morning is. During the night people We hadn't even met whispered in our ears Thoughts that would have changed our lives, Might have, if we had heard them earlier. So the dreamer never gives up. He's come Across the desert, ignoring the sun. He's waited for night. Down in the patio Dawn has drawn the hotel cats away From their place under the folding chairs. A cat drinks from the pool — its long Black tail points toward the desert.